Roger himself loved to tell that story -- though he never included the belching; it was merely you saying "I'm going to stay here and fart in your office until

Roger himself loved to tell that story -- though he never included the belching; it was merely you saying "I'm going to stay here and fart in your office until you answer my question." He told it with such frequency and affection that it was clear you had won his total admiration in that moment -- and his telling was such an important part of our oral tradition that for many (myself included), Roger's telling of this story was how we knew of you long after your departure from Sun. Just because you have me reminiscing about Roger, I'll add (another) one of my own to the pile: before joining Sun in 1996, I had gone to East Africa, where I had purchased a carving of a crocodile -- and have had it sitting on my desk ever since. Roger loved to pick up the crocodile by the tale (it's about 18" long) and thrust the snout into my chest when making an emphatic point -- or demanding that I approve his RTI. I still think of Roger whenever I pick it up, though I have never been able to brandish it as eloquently. RIP raf!